As the final wisp of Qi dwindled, Qin Chen's mind roared:
No. Not here. Not after everything.
For his mother. For vengeance against the traitors who'd shattered his past life. BREAK!
A thunderous boom exploded in his mind—nearly shattering his consciousness. But the needles guarding his Baihui and Xinxue flared, anchoring his soul.
Coolness washed over him. The agony vanished, replaced by a tingling rebirth.
Crack…
The eighteen Celestial Meridian Divine Needles crumbled to dust.
"Twelve meridians… done."
Relief and triumph surged. This body now surpassed even his previous life's foundation. Where he'd once forged eleven meridians, twelve pulsed with primal vigor.
But rest was a luxury.
Nine Star Divine Emperor Art—
The moment he cycled the technique, the chamber's ambient energy howled into him. His meridians, parched deserts, drank greedily.
Twice as fast as any Heaven-tier cultivation art.
Astonished, Qin Chen marveled at the whirlwind absorption—until his mind's eye glimpsed it:
A weathered tome hovered in his consciousness. The same one he'd retrieved from the Divine Forbidden Lands, blank-paged and enigmatic.
Did you bring me back?
Tentatively, he nudged it with his Qi.
BOOM!
A force like a star's birth erupted from the tome. His meticulously gathered Qi scattered like leaves in a typhoon. Yet—
His ravaged body healed. Bloody crusts flaked away, revealing skin like newborn jade. Even his reforged meridians gleamed flawlessly.
What power is this?
The tome resumed its silent vigil, radiating an aura akin to primordial bloodline essence.
Three Days Later
Twelve meridians blazed with Qi—a roaring river dwarfing ordinary warriors' reserves. Yet Qin Chen, once a Martial Sovereign, guided the deluge with ease.
"Now—rebuild the Qi Pool."
The true trial began.